while arto, patrick and i all passed out like wimps, beans and harv carried the torch into the night. i guess beans didn't feel like pitching his tent.

there was a sauna on the property but arto was appalled by its construction. patrick and i barely let it get warm before we raced out to make miles.

vanessa owns the campground. pay her a visit.

this is the part where we say goodbye.

i could hardly believe it but beans is riding all the way from tok, alaska in order to make it back for his girlfriend's birthday. a girl ought to
propose over a stunt like that.

either way, these guys are fucking champs.

mvp's

and we continue north.

made it to fairbanks...

and we're burnt.